"Shit!"

"What doll?"

"Hide. Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide! Quick!"

"Whoa- Stop pushing baby. What's goin on?"

"Shinra. Shinras out here. Some guards to. Rif, they suspect anything we'll be tossed. Climb out the window and into the street. Get out of town. Take the weapons, they are all in the bedroom. Everything. The moneys there to."

"Darling, what about you?"

"If everything's out I can just play ignorant. They wont bother me to much, people will get suspicious. Quick. Hurry up Rif."

"I'm going. How did they find I was here?"

"I have no idea. Hurry hu-"

"Where's the switch?" He demanded, this grip on the mans neck becoming tighter, the blades on his glove coming closer.

"S-switch?"

"The one you spoke of. The one that will call of the monsters. The one that will turn on the lights!"

He slowly ran the cold claws down the mans cheek. He gasped and tried to push away. It did him no good, and he knew better then to snatch at Rif's hand. It would only drive the fist into his face. More pain.

"I-I don't know. I-Okay!"

Blood was running silently down the mans face in crimson streams. Behind his sunglasses Rif was sure his eyes were burning that crimson color. Rage was beginning to overtake him. If the man didn't talk soon, he was afraid he'd just kill him.

"T-there's a throw switch out- out in the main room."

"The one Blade is in?"

"I-if that's that mad woman's name, yeah. Yeah, that's it."

"Where out there?"

"I-I" Rif tightened the grip on the mans neck, causing the slightly large person to gasp and gag.

"Where is it?!" Rif snapped, losing his temper rapidly. 'You need to compose yourself. Now. Now. No mistakes. No repeats. None.'

"B-b-behind the door. Behind the door."

"Finally." Rif hissed. He shoved the man off, and heard his feet kick the gun he had dropped, before the larger fellow slammed into the wall. With a frustrated growl, the man flung himself around and charged at Rif.

Not expecting this, Rif was suddenly slammed against the wall, fits colliding with his stomach. Gasping and slumping over, he felt his glasses tumble from his face. A crunch soon followed their soft thud, as a booted foot ended them.

Rif opened his eyes momentarily, just enough to see the silhouette of the man. His hand was reaching into a pock, of what appeared to be his jacket. Swallowing, Rif closed his eyes as he slumped to the floor.

He heard the man laughing, heard his sleeve brush with his face, heard him spitting out blood as it trickled into his mouth. Cold, wet, hands gripped his chin, forcing his face up. The soft click of a gun followed, and the barrel was placed to his forehead.

"Open your eyes and look at me, I can see you this close up now." His rough voice said. When Rif refused this demand the gun was slammed against the side of his face. Skidding to the right, he felt the rage again boil up, pain searing through the left side of his face. Slowly his eyes forced themselves open.

The man took a step back., in shock dropping the gun. A large mistake on his part.

"S-s--"

The sound of a gun being fired off sounded behind her, in a different room it seemed. She ignored it, though it startled her a little at first.

'Who are these people?! What the hell are they doing here?!'

Her mind was pulled away from the questions running through her head suddenly. She felt a downwards breeze rush to her. She suddenly remembered Rif, and how he had been helping her. She was quickly dodging the down falling monster. The bird screeched in rage, and she could feel it flying towards her again. She couldn't see it, couldn't see anything. Something from behind her raised razor claws, and pulled them through her jacket. They sunk past the leather and the vest and her thin t-shirt, but when they got to the flesh they still dug in deep. Her body fell to the floor from the impact, and the pain. The flying beast sank its talons into her shoulder.

She reacted better to this one. Glory slipped from her hand, and her hand slipped to her sleeve. Reaching up it, she unleashed a dagger from the straps on her forearm. Flipping it so as she had a better grasp on the weapons hilt, she slammed it into the soft flesh of the birds belly. Feathers pulled away, brushing her cheeks and drifting into her hair. It released her shoulder, pulling away with a cry as it plunged to the floor. Blood drenched that side of her.

She had not forgotten about the clawed thing, nor had it forgotten about her. The moment her blade was drawn from the bird, she was pounced upon, falling forward onto the dirt covered tiles of the building.

She felt blood under her, mixing with her hair and staining her face. She shoved herself up, pain burning up her back and shoulder. Silently, heavily, she heaved herself over so as she was right under the monsters body. He glared down at her, silver eyes on fire. She jabbed the small dagger into its stomach.

No blood. No scream. The dagger slammed the flesh of the monster, but did nothing more. It stopped suddenly.

"It developed plates on its underbelly. Tough plates to protect it from attackers like yourself."

The voice that had been speaking to her, the man who had been teasing her this whole time, spoke again.

"And now it shall devour its attacker. The hunter is the hunted, eh miss S-"

A bullet pierced the air, and before she realized it the monster atop her fell. Blood drenched her clothing, and its heavy weight was soon sliding from her body. Seconds after the light flipped on.

Authors note: Yup, going to say it again. Go read the stuff by Riene-Strife. Thanks much.